Volume 1, Chapter 22: Unreconciled

Deng Qiuhe thought to himself, his face twisting into a cruel expression. The situation in Yanzhou was far more complex than he had imagined.

Lin Che and his companions soon departed from Chang'an, and the surrounding terrain began to widen. The group rode their horses side by side.

"Lord Lin, we have left Chang'an; we can now pick up the pace!" Zhao Wu suggested, his eyes flickering with a desire to see Lin Che meet his downfall.

"Then let's go!" Lin Che pulled on the reins and shouted, "Giddy-up!"

The horses lifted their front hooves and surged forward at a gallop.

"Go..." Zhao Wu whispered from behind, exchanging a glance with a long-faced guard. His eyes were full of malice. The guard nodded, and the others followed, with him bringing up the rear. Lin Che was galloping ahead when he suddenly heard from behind...

Young Master Qi the Third began to tremble. His knees were already aching terribly, and now, having been slapped twice by Qi Yunfeng, he felt utterly aggrieved and burst into tears.

Li Mo looked on, gnashing his teeth in anger. He and Li Le had assumed that by bringing their father and the head of the family, they would surely be able to eliminate those people this time.

Though Bai Qiannuo was usually carefree, bold, and forthright, she still became incredibly shy when faced with such situations.

Some time ago, he had met Bai Ye, that clever and cunning Prime Minister Bai, who seemed to be intentionally—or perhaps unintentionally—reminding him of something. He had told him to keep a close watch on his wife, lest she be sold off without even realizing it.

She had summoned him, in truth, only to protect her face. The Empress would certainly send someone to treat her, but the royal physicians would inevitably try their best... and fail to heal her face.

After speaking, Wei Shao sneered at Qin Fei, thinking to himself, "Let's see what you do now. With the Bald One's explosive temper, escaping with just a broken leg would be a stroke of fortune."

Passersby were everywhere, and occasionally one could spot members of the Xuan Sect dressed in Taoist robes. Even those in civilian clothing often possessed an unfathomable air about them.

Ganso spoke with indifference. He did not fear what lay ahead; his beloved was already dead, so there was no longer any need for cowardice. Since there was a member of the Old Sect here, and it appeared he had not been dead for long, it was highly likely that others of the Old Sect still existed within this mist.

Ever since he returned from the tournament in Lishan Town, after the Thai boxing master Jia Ye whom he had hired was killed, he had not suffered any harm at the time.

It seemed that most of the disciples beneath the arena were certain Mu Yun would lose; even those who had initially favored him had now changed their minds.

"Captain, it's me, Jin Ling." Jin Ling did not reveal his true face, merely flashing his diamond blade claws.

Enduring the pain, he changed into a dark-colored casual outfit and left with light, cautious steps.

Cold winds whistled over Lizhou, accompanied by the sounds of battle below, which resembled a meat grinder, wave after wave of assaults. If it weren't for You Mie's deep respect for his elder brother You Ji, a fratricidal conflict might have erupted.

Mounted on a large horse, Ziyu looked out at the chaotic yet unified city of Suzhou and let out a long sigh.

Liu Ying had only started playing cards formally this year, perhaps out of a social necessity. Han Xiangyu leaned in, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted toward the card table, causing someone to pinch their nose.

By the time Zhang Youqiong finished bustling about, bringing sugar water and vinegar for him to drink, he had already slipped into a stupor.

It was a bitter face wearing a fake smile. "You think I want to do this? I'm sensitive," I said. "Even if you massage me, you're doing it reluctantly."

Ye Feng also noticed the floating light and shadow—it was the Scorpion, the one he had toyed with and deceived once before.

But for a man, it was fatal. In her youth, it might only cause minor harm or illness to those who touched her, but once she reached the age of twenty, it would become lethal.

Therefore, when the sacred energy of Pelor permeated Regnar’s body, the faint marks on his skin gradually vanished.

However, she had already planned with Xu Dong that once he dealt with the Salvation Society, she would arrive in Australia, disguise herself as Amio once more, and put on a show.

But then again, Yan Ruojun still did not know Xu Dong's true identity.

Da Hei dodged nimbly. Without the shackles of the chains, it was like a fish in water. Aside from having to obey Wu Zhao's commands, it could do almost whatever it pleased. Da Hei lunged directly at the Old Ghost, using both hands and feet. Its hook-like claws pierced the protective light barrier and sank directly into the Old Ghost’s flesh.

Taoist Yufeng stepped forward, picked up the clothes from the ground, and hurriedly draped them over Hu Bao.

A streak of ghost fire surged forward, and in the blink of an eye, the black sedan chair of Granny Hua changed direction and drifted away into the sky.

He sparked a burst of water vapor from his left hand onto the campfire. The vapor, which should have been able to make the fire burn brighter, instead extinguished it until only a pile of glowing red charcoal remained.

Xiong Di and Guan Muxue avoided every household, circling a wide path based on memory toward the road leading out of the village. Moments later, they discovered that the path they had taken was gone; the outskirts of the village were nothing but wilderness, with no road leading out.

After signing and pressing their thumbprints, Xiao Fugui, Old You, and the other suspects were thrown into prison, to be brought to trial the following day.

Gao Yuanyuan showed not a hint of disdain, patiently teaching from the individual scales. Posture, hand placement, the force of the fingertips, the coordination of both hands... she explained and demonstrated everything one by one.

"This is definitely not the Amethyst Forest. Did I really walk in the wrong direction?" Wang Feng had a sinking feeling. Had he entered the Land of Buried Bones?

"Let us hope so!" Wang Zhanjun did not speak, but another elder of the Wang family said this. As soon as the elder spoke, the grandfather of Wang Yu snorted and fell silent. The Wang family was not entirely united; there were always those who couldn't stand one another.

Every time he returned from his dreams at midnight, he remembered the days he had spent meeting, knowing, and falling in love with her—only to wake up and realize it was all just a dream.

The only possibility was that the space where the mecha currently stood was filled with air capable of transmitting sound waves.

"Form a defensive formation!" Since it had come to this, there was nothing to do but die in battle, though he feared he would never see his wife and children at home again.